It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

Li Xianyu saw the woman's face clearly. She had a cold and aloof demeanor, sharp phoenix eyes, and skin as white as snow. She was tall and radiant.

"Sister?" He opened his mouth to call out, but no sound came out.

The woman expressionlessly reached out her hand to him, but just as her hand was about to touch Li Xianyu, she suddenly recoiled as if she had touched a red-hot iron, screaming as she withdrew her hand.

The badge hanging on Li Xianyu's chest emitted a scorching heat. The higher the temperature of the badge, the more ferocious the vengeful spirit. With this heat, Li Xianyu's consciousness seemed to break free from some kind of control. His body trembled, his unfocused pupils regained focus, and his eyes became clear.

At the same time, his eyes burned, and his spiritual eyes activated in response. The older sister in front of him changed her appearance. Her face quickly turned deathly pale, the kind of deathly pale that looks like dead pork. Her bright phoenix eyes turned into cataracts, her lips turned bluish-purple, she was dressed in red, and her face was ferocious.

In the blink of an eye, his beautiful sister Shui Ling transformed into a vengeful ghost in red.

Li Xianyu: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Li Xianyu was startled and staggered backward. In his mind, he had just had a dream in which his sister came looking for him. Only now did he realize that it wasn't a dream, but a vengeful spirit trying to take his soul.

But how could a vengeful spirit appear in the apartment, and why is it trying to seduce him?

Because I'm handsome.

Puzzled, Li Xianyu didn't stop running; he turned and ran. He hadn't gone far when something grabbed his ankle again.

The familiar taste, the familiar recipe!

Li Xianyu turned his head, his pretty face pale. The one grabbing his ankle was a child. He was squatting on the ground, holding his feet with both hands. When Li Xianyu turned his head, the child also raised his head. His pale face had two black holes in his eye sockets, as if his eyeballs had been gouged out.

"Got you?" The child grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

Li Xianyu: (#ﾟДﾟ)

His scalp tingled, and just as he was about to call for help from Sanwu, a blood-red hand suddenly stretched out from the corridor on the nineteenth floor, covering the sky and the sun.

Like a giant's hand grabbing Li Xianyu's waist and pulling him out of the eighteenth-floor corridor, Li Xianyu soared into the air as if riding the clouds. In his vision, distant lights flickered and swirled. When he landed, he found himself standing on the top floor of the apartment building.

The night sky is vast and distant, and lights twinkle at the horizon.

A few meters behind him stood an old man and a young man. The young man carried a small bronze cauldron and stared intently at him. The old man had a scar on his left eye that had destroyed it, and his only remaining right eye was squinting as he gazed at Li Xianyu.

The giant hand disintegrated into hundreds of vengeful spirits, each with a different death, which landed behind the young man, clearly under his control. Pairs of eyes with cataracts stared coldly at Li Xianyu.

Standing on the edge of the rooftop, Li Xianyu asked tremblingly, "Who...who are you?"

He has a fear of heights. Standing on the edge of the rooftop, his heart was pounding, but he dared not take a step inside.

Shen Mengzi didn't answer, but scrutinized him for a moment before saying disdainfully, "This generation's successor of the Li family is truly a useless piece of trash with no foundation."

The one-eyed old man said, "After Li Wuxiang's fall, the Peerless Battle Soul was sealed in the Black Water Spirit Pearl. This kid has been under the supervision and protection of the Daoist and Buddhist Association since childhood and has never come into contact with the Bloodline Realm. A few days ago, the family's mole in Shanghai sent news that the Peerless Battle Soul has reappeared in the world. It's just that the Li family was unlucky and happened to encounter the opening of the Pantheon. Otherwise, in ten or twenty years, the Bloodline Realm would probably have another troublesome rising star."

Shen Meng opened his right hand, and with a surge of energy, he pulled Li Xianyu into his palm, grabbed his neck, and clicked his tongue, saying, "So for us, this is the best opportunity right now. As long as we have him in our hands, the Peerless Battle Soul will be under our control."

"Are you after the things my dead father brought out of the Pantheon, or after the address of the Pantheon?" Li Xianyu asked cautiously.

Shen Meng saw fear in the young man's eyes, like a fawn pounced on by a tiger, timid and cautious.

He really is just a useless ordinary person.

Shen Meng smirked: "What if you want the things? What if you want the address?"

Li Xianyu looked utterly helpless: "My deadbeat father passed away a long time ago, I know nothing, I got nothing. But my great-grandmother is different, she knows everything. I even asked her last night, but she just wouldn't tell me."

His mind raced. Whether he could survive depended on whether he could lure them downstairs. As long as the three idiots reacted, he could save his life.

His great-grandmother had just finished saying, "So many eyes are watching you," when someone forcibly abducted him the next moment.

This familiar feeling of déjà vu is exactly what happened with the Qingqing rape incident last time.

Grandma's flags were always planted perfectly.

Shen Meng sneered, "Since you know nothing about it, what use are you? You might as well feed my vengeful spirit."

Li Xianyu cursed inwardly, "Why did you arrest me if I'm useless?"

They made a fearful expression on their faces and gave each other pleading looks.

Feigning weakness is a fundamental skill for survival. People who are too boastful usually don't last more than three episodes, especially those who are boastful but lack real ability.

In a brief conversation of just over ten seconds, Li Xianyu used his timid demeanor to lull the other party into a false sense of security and managed to extract some useful information. The arrogant young man, too lazy to even introduce himself, had come for the Pantheon. Whether it was the location of the Pantheon or the things his deceased father had brought back, he was at least driven by some kind of "desire."

As long as it's not a revenge killing, he's safe for now.

The other party either wants to extract useful information from him, or they want to capture him to control and threaten his great-grandmother; there is no third possibility.

Li Xianyu was actively thinking of a solution. First, he would lure them downstairs to find his great-grandmother. If that didn't work, he would have to think of other ways to at least avoid being killed.

But he had seriously underestimated the malice of the arrogant young man. Shen Meng laughed and said, "You still have some use, so I can't kill you for now. However, your father went on a killing spree back then, and many talents of my Shen family were lost at his hands. It's only right and wrong that I should collect some interest. Anyway, as long as I spare your life, that's enough. A prisoner without legs won't escape from my grasp."

Li Xianyu's heart sank.

The one-eyed old man watched coldly. He had accompanied Shen Meng this time on his family's orders, to protect the inexperienced Third Master. The Third Master's mission was ostensibly to capture the Li family heir to coerce the Peerless Battle Soul, but in reality, it was to test Bao Ze and the reactions of all parties.

However, Third Master was unaware of his elders' true intentions; he always felt that his mission was to bring the Li family's successor back.

Shen Meng changed the subject, saying jokingly, "Third Master is taking pity on you and will give you a chance. Kneel down and kowtow to me nine times, and I won't hurt you. Uncle Yuan, can you take a video of this for me? I want to brag about it when I get back."

The one-eyed old man chuckled: "Third Master's reputation is bound to soar."

Li Xianyu's lips twitched: "Boss, can we try a different approach?"

Shen Meng threw Li Xianyu on the ground, stepped out with his left foot, and laughed loudly: "Fine, lick my shoes clean."

Li Xianyu's expression shifted uncertainly. Just as the young man in front of him said, the other party only spared his life, but did not say that he would not be harmed. This boundary was too wide. Cutting him into a human stick would also spare his life.

He had intended to engage in some banter and flattery, but when he met the young man's eyes and saw the cruelty and murderous intent, Li Xianyu knew that no words could change the situation.

Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead. He was still an ordinary person at heart and had never experienced anything like this before.

Shen Meng seemed to enjoy the thrill of coercion, and without urging him, waited for Li Xianyu's choice with a cold smile on his face.